Rude Place Names

Okay, I know I said “No drunken blogging”, and I have only had one gin and lemon, but it was a pretty big one. However, I’ll have you know that it was purely medicinal, to quell the severity of the birth pains I’m still experiencing 12 years after having given birth.

So my thoughts today are these: the beauty of being blessed with such a puerile imagination as mine is that I can wring huge gobbets of entertainment from bog standard, seemingly bland words...

Most days I walk to work, and I have a choice of different routes I could take through my village, but I almost always choose to walk down Rogering Street (rue des Rogeries), in the hopes that one day a gorgeous stranger will ravish me there.

Not long after Pauline was born, and the author’s poor old fanny had not quite healed, we discovered a nearby village I like to think of as Episiotomy (Episy, actually).

I really enjoyed driving The Lovely Ms. Mac completely potty by cackling with laughter when she took me to Bübikon, near her Swiss village. “Boobie! Conne! Boobie! Conne!” I repeated endlessly, providing Stella with much mirth, I’m sure.

Of course my ambition in life, if I ever find myself in the USA, is to visit the town of Intercourse in Pennsylvania. I promise I will send you all a postcard saying “ I really like Intercourse! Intercourse is fabulous and very exciting! Wish you were COMING here too!” And I reckon Lake Titicaca in Peru/Bolivia will give me an equally good run for my money.

In German speaking countries, people will wish you “eine gute Fahrt” before you drive or travel anywhere. I like to reply “Well thank you, and I wish you very happy flatulence too!”